Mu Hong hurriedly asked,"It's been almost ten years since we started the construction of the stone pillars. Why hasn't the construction of the Longevity Mountain started yet?"”
Second Ruan scratched his head and said,""I don't know about that."
Xu Fengwu explained,"The Wansui Mountain was dug up and filled up. The emperor had to plant trees on it and build pavilions. There were also many palaces around it. Naturally, it had to be planned.”
"The current emperor is a poetic and artistic person. Back then, he painted a thousand acres of Mount Ju with his royal brush. Naturally, he needed a lot of strange flowers and stones.”
"Then there are the corrupt officials who abuse their power. Most of the money that the Emperor allocated went into the pockets of Cai Jing and the others, and the rest naturally had to be paid by the Jiangnan people.”
"Moreover, Cai Jing and the others have to extract a lot of strange flowers and stones from them. In addition, they have to discard and waste them. Naturally, the construction period will be delayed.”
Mu Hong was so angry that his entire body trembled. He said angrily,"The commoners and I were struggling to hold on, waiting for the construction of the Longevity Mountain. I didn't expect that those nobles wouldn't pity us at all and would force us to death!”
Xu Fengwu shook his head. In fact, the official construction of Mount Leng started in the seventh year of Zhenghe (1117) and lasted until the fourth year of Xuanhe (1122). There were even subsequent constructions during the Jingkang period.
From beginning to end, the construction of Mount Ju lasted for more than twenty years. It was not until the Northern Song Dynasty fell that the Jin army attacked Bianliang and tore down the garden in one go.
The palace that Zhao Ji had spent a lot of manpower and resources to build was destroyed just like that. He was also captured by the Jin soldiers and died in the north, shyly buried underground.
Mu Chun saw that her brother was angry and mustered up her courage to say,"Brother, we're going to die either way. Why don't we endure it? Why don't we go to Liangshan with the Fort Master?”
Mu Hong gritted his teeth and looked anxious. It seemed that he had been forced into a corner. He cupped his fists and said,"Forget it, this turbid world has no end. If you don't mind, Chief Xu, when I sell my family property, I'll come to Liangshan to rely on my brother.”
Xu Fengwu said happily,"If the Mu brothers are willing to join us, our Liang Mountain will definitely prosper!"”
"Little brother greets big brother!" Immediately, Mu Hong and Mu Chun went forward and bowed.
"Brothers, please rise!" Xu Fengwu quickly went forward to help him up.
On that day, under Mu Hong's warm invitation, everyone stayed at the manor for the night.
Early the next morning, Mu Hong and Mu Chun sent everyone to the riverside and called for a boat to send everyone across the river.
Xu Fengwu looked forward to it for a long time, but he did not see Zhang Shun. The group crossed the river by boat and arrived at Jiang Prefecture on the other side.
After the group got off the boat, they headed straight for the city. When they were about to reach Jiang State Capital, they saw a huge restaurant by the river. Beside it was a pole with a green cloth wine holder hanging on it. Xunyang River's main library.
Outside the carved eaves was a plaque with the words 'Xunyang Pavilion' written on it. The inscription was Su Dongpo's. There were two vermilion pillars by the door and two white tablets on each pillar."There is no wine in the world, and there is a famous restaurant in the world.”
Su Dongpo was a cultural celebrity. He had only passed away a dozen years ago.
Xu Fengwu sighed and asked,""When I was in Jingdong, I also heard of the famous Xunyang Building. Is that plaque an authentic work of Su Dongpo?”
Liang Chengye nodded."It was indeed written by Su Dongpo. There are poems written by Wei Yingwu and Bai Juyi upstairs, which attracted many scholars here."”
Xu Fengwu recalled that in the original work, Song Jiang had used this anti-poem to create such a big twist. Xunyang Brothel's true fame was also because of Water Margins.
Xu Fengwu's interest was piqued.""There are many people in the city. Since there's a good place in front of us, why don't we go upstairs and sit?”
Liang Chengye smiled."That's good. Chizhou isn't far away anyway. There's no rush."”
Although Liu Tang, Ruan the Second, and the others were all men of the martial world and did not know what elegance was, since they had come to Jiangnan, they naturally had to admire the scenery. They immediately agreed.
The group entered Xunyang Pavilion and began to tour the surroundings. Although it was not very luxurious, it had a cultural atmosphere. There were many poems inscribed by famous people hanging in the building, such as Wei Yingwu, Bai Juyi, Su Shi, and so on.
Back when Bai Juyi was demoted to Jiangzhou, he met a woman playing the pipa on the road, so he wrote "Song of the Pipa." This poem was also hung high in the building.
Xu Fengwu was admiring Bai Juyi's poem when he heard a woman's voice beside him.""Bai Juyi indeed lives up to his reputation. His poems are easy to understand and are truly top-notch works!”
Xu Fengwu turned his head and saw that the woman was beautiful and charming. She had a heroic spirit and was as pretty as a fairy. She was also very tall, at least 1.7 meters tall.
She looked less than twenty years old and was dressed in a valiant outfit. She looked like someone from the martial arts world.
When the woman saw Xu Fengwu looking over, she did not blush. She was very natural and graceful. She glanced at Xu Fengwu and the others before leaving.
Second Ruan came over and smiled.""Brother, I often hear that there are many beautiful women in Jiangnan. I didn't expect to see such a good woman as soon as we crossed the river.”
Xu Fengwu looked at him in amusement and said,""What? You're already restless after coming to Jiangnan?”
The second son chuckled and said,""Big Brother must be joking. I have a family, but Big Brother has to hurry up. Old Great Grandfather misses me day and night, waiting to hold a grandson!”
Xu Fengwu rolled his eyes and ignored Second Ruan. He found a pavilion near the river and invited everyone to sit down. Then, he ordered a table of good food and wine.
Everyone looked at Jiang Jing while toasting and listening to Li Jun talk about interesting things in Jiangnan.
"I heard that there's a Manichaeism in Jiangnan," Xu Fengwu suddenly said.”
Li Jun nodded and said,"There is such a sect. The sect leader seems to be called Fang La. There are many experts among them. They are mainly active in She Prefecture, Mu Prefecture, and other places.”
Liang Chengye also said,"That Manichaeism is also known as the Ming Cult. They believe in something called Ming Zun. There are left and right Light Envoys in the cult, as well as the Four Great Guardian Kings. The believers all wear white clothes and black hats.”
"Cousin, you know so much?" Xu Fengwu asked in surprise.”
Liang Chengye frowned."There are also Manichaeans in Chizhou. Not only are there poor people, but there are also many local tyrants and gentry. It can be said that Manichaeism is very powerful in Jiangnan, but it is not openly known.”
Liu Tang smiled and said,"It's a Light Envoy and a Dharmaraja. It sounds very impressive!"”
Second Ruan's eyes lit up.""Why don't we make one too? Let's call it…let's call it…"
He didn't have much ink in his stomach. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of a good name.
Xu Fengwu found it funny and did not talk about the Ming Cult. Instead, he talked about something else.
Soon, they were halfway through their drinks, and Xu Fengwu was also a little tipsy. He recalled that Xunyang Pavilion had many famous poems.
The original work Song Jiang also here, the title has been anti-poetry, I don't know is not alcohol, I call the bartender to borrow pen inkstone, on a piece of white powder wall, the brush wrote:
rolling Yangtze River, the east passing water, the waves wash all heroes. right and wrong, success or failure, turn your head and empty. The green mountains were still there, and the sunset was red.
White-haired fishermen and woodsmen on the river isles, used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. a jug of foul wine, happy to meet. How many things have happened since ancient times, all put into laughter and talk.
Xu Fengwu finished writing in one breath and couldn't help but laugh. This was considered plagiarism. However, as a transmigrator, copying poems was only a basic operation.
The original author will only be born a few hundred years later. If he's not satisfied, then let him come and find me!
Xu Fengwu thought shamelessly. Then, at the end of the poem, he wrote five big words: Xu Fengwu from Jeju! Mu Hong hurriedly asked,"It's been almost ten years since we started the construction of the stone pillars. Why hasn't the construction of the Longevity Mountain started yet?"”
Second Ruan scratched his head and said,""I don't know about that."
Xu Fengwu explained,"The Wansui Mountain was dug up and filled up. The emperor had to plant trees on it and build pavilions. There were also many palaces around it. Naturally, it had to be planned.”
"The current emperor is a poetic and artistic person. Back then, he painted a thousand acres of Mount Ju with his royal brush. Naturally, he needed a lot of strange flowers and stones.”
"Then there are the corrupt officials who abuse their power. Most of the money that the Emperor allocated went into the pockets of Cai Jing and the others, and the rest naturally had to be paid by the Jiangnan people.”
"Moreover, Cai Jing and the others have to extract a lot of strange flowers and stones from them. In addition, they have to discard and waste them. Naturally, the construction period will be delayed.”
Mu Hong was so angry that his entire body trembled. He said angrily,"The commoners and I were struggling to hold on, waiting for the construction of the Longevity Mountain. I didn't expect that those nobles wouldn't pity us at all and would force us to death!”
Xu Fengwu shook his head. In fact, the official construction of Mount Leng started in the seventh year of Zhenghe (1117) and lasted until the fourth year of Xuanhe (1122). There were even subsequent constructions during the Jingkang period.
From beginning to end, the construction of Mount Ju lasted for more than twenty years. It was not until the Northern Song Dynasty fell that the Jin army attacked Bianliang and tore down the garden in one go.
The palace that Zhao Ji had spent a lot of manpower and resources to build was destroyed just like that. He was also captured by the Jin soldiers and died in the north, shyly buried underground.
Mu Chun saw that her brother was angry and mustered up her courage to say,"Brother, we're going to die either way. Why don't we endure it? Why don't we go to Liangshan with the Fort Master?”
Mu Hong gritted his teeth and looked anxious. It seemed that he had been forced into a corner. He cupped his fists and said,"Forget it, this turbid world has no end. If you don't mind, Chief Xu, when I sell my family property, I'll come to Liangshan to rely on my brother.”
Xu Fengwu said happily,"If the Mu brothers are willing to join us, our Liang Mountain will definitely prosper!"”
"Little brother greets big brother!" Immediately, Mu Hong and Mu Chun went forward and bowed.
"Brothers, please rise!" Xu Fengwu quickly went forward to help him up.
On that day, under Mu Hong's warm invitation, everyone stayed at the manor for the night.
Early the next morning, Mu Hong and Mu Chun sent everyone to the riverside and called for a boat to send everyone across the river.
Xu Fengwu looked forward to it for a long time, but he did not see Zhang Shun. The group crossed the river by boat and arrived at Jiang Prefecture on the other side.
After the group got off the boat, they headed straight for the city. When they were about to reach Jiang State Capital, they saw a huge restaurant by the river. Beside it was a pole with a green cloth wine holder hanging on it. Xunyang River's main library.
Outside the carved eaves was a plaque with the words 'Xunyang Pavilion' written on it. The inscription was Su Dongpo's. There were two vermilion pillars by the door and two white tablets on each pillar."There is no wine in the world, and there is a famous restaurant in the world.”
Su Dongpo was a cultural celebrity. He had only passed away a dozen years ago.
Xu Fengwu sighed and asked,""When I was in Jingdong, I also heard of the famous Xunyang Building. Is that plaque an authentic work of Su Dongpo?”
Liang Chengye nodded."It was indeed written by Su Dongpo. There are poems written by Wei Yingwu and Bai Juyi upstairs, which attracted many scholars here."”
Xu Fengwu recalled that in the original work, Song Jiang had used this anti-poem to create such a big twist. Xunyang Brothel's true fame was also because of Water Margins.
Xu Fengwu's interest was piqued.""There are many people in the city. Since there's a good place in front of us, why don't we go upstairs and sit?”
Liang Chengye smiled."That's good. Chizhou isn't far away anyway. There's no rush."”
Although Liu Tang, Ruan the Second, and the others were all men of the martial world and did not know what elegance was, since they had come to Jiangnan, they naturally had to admire the scenery. They immediately agreed.
The group entered Xunyang Pavilion and began to tour the surroundings. Although it was not very luxurious, it had a cultural atmosphere. There were many poems inscribed by famous people hanging in the building, such as Wei Yingwu, Bai Juyi, Su Shi, and so on.
Back when Bai Juyi was demoted to Jiangzhou, he met a woman playing the pipa on the road, so he wrote "Song of the Pipa." This poem was also hung high in the building.
Xu Fengwu was admiring Bai Juyi's poem when he heard a woman's voice beside him.""Bai Juyi indeed lives up to his reputation. His poems are easy to understand and are truly top-notch works!”
Xu Fengwu turned his head and saw that the woman was beautiful and charming. She had a heroic spirit and was as pretty as a fairy. She was also very tall, at least 1.7 meters tall.
She looked less than twenty years old and was dressed in a valiant outfit. She looked like someone from the martial arts world.
When the woman saw Xu Fengwu looking over, she did not blush. She was very natural and graceful. She glanced at Xu Fengwu and the others before leaving.
Second Ruan came over and smiled.""Brother, I often hear that there are many beautiful women in Jiangnan. I didn't expect to see such a good woman as soon as we crossed the river.”
Xu Fengwu looked at him in amusement and said,""What? You're already restless after coming to Jiangnan?”
The second son chuckled and said,""Big Brother must be joking. I have a family, but Big Brother has to hurry up. Old Great Grandfather misses me day and night, waiting to hold a grandson!”
Xu Fengwu rolled his eyes and ignored Second Ruan. He found a pavilion near the river and invited everyone to sit down. Then, he ordered a table of good food and wine.
Everyone looked at Jiang Jing while toasting and listening to Li Jun talk about interesting things in Jiangnan.
"I heard that there's a Manichaeism in Jiangnan," Xu Fengwu suddenly said.”
Li Jun nodded and said,"There is such a sect. The sect leader seems to be called Fang La. There are many experts among them. They are mainly active in She Prefecture, Mu Prefecture, and other places.”
Liang Chengye also said,"That Manichaeism is also known as the Ming Cult. They believe in something called Ming Zun. There are left and right Light Envoys in the cult, as well as the Four Great Guardian Kings. The believers all wear white clothes and black hats.”
"Cousin, you know so much?" Xu Fengwu asked in surprise.”
Liang Chengye frowned."There are also Manichaeans in Chizhou. Not only are there poor people, but there are also many local tyrants and gentry. It can be said that Manichaeism is very powerful in Jiangnan, but it is not openly known.”
Liu Tang smiled and said,"It's a Light Envoy and a Dharmaraja. It sounds very impressive!"”
Second Ruan's eyes lit up.""Why don't we make one too? Let's call it…let's call it…"
He didn't have much ink in his stomach. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of a good name.
Xu Fengwu found it funny and did not talk about the Ming Cult. Instead, he talked about something else.
Soon, they were halfway through their drinks, and Xu Fengwu was also a little tipsy. He recalled that Xunyang Pavilion had many famous poems.
The original work Song Jiang also here, the title has been anti-poetry, I don't know is not alcohol, I call the bartender to borrow pen inkstone, on a piece of white powder wall, the brush wrote:
rolling Yangtze River, the east passing water, the waves wash all heroes. right and wrong, success or failure, turn your head and empty. The green mountains were still there, and the sunset was red.
White-haired fishermen and woodsmen on the river isles, used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. a jug of foul wine, happy to meet. How many things have happened since ancient times, all put into laughter and talk.
Xu Fengwu finished writing in one breath and couldn't help but laugh. This was considered plagiarism. However, as a transmigrator, copying poems was only a basic operation.
The original author will only be born a few hundred years later. If he's not satisfied, then let him come and find me!
Xu Fengwu thought shamelessly. Then, at the end of the poem, he wrote five big words: Xu Fengwu from Jeju! Mu Hong hurriedly asked,"It's been almost ten years since we started the construction of the stone pillars. Why hasn't the construction of the Longevity Mountain started yet?"”
Second Ruan scratched his head and said,""I don't know about that."
Xu Fengwu explained,"The Wansui Mountain was dug up and filled up. The emperor had to plant trees on it and build pavilions. There were also many palaces around it. Naturally, it had to be planned.”
"The current emperor is a poetic and artistic person. Back then, he painted a thousand acres of Mount Ju with his royal brush. Naturally, he needed a lot of strange flowers and stones.”
"Then there are the corrupt officials who abuse their power. Most of the money that the Emperor allocated went into the pockets of Cai Jing and the others, and the rest naturally had to be paid by the Jiangnan people.”
"Moreover, Cai Jing and the others have to extract a lot of strange flowers and stones from them. In addition, they have to discard and waste them. Naturally, the construction period will be delayed.”
Mu Hong was so angry that his entire body trembled. He said angrily,"The commoners and I were struggling to hold on, waiting for the construction of the Longevity Mountain. I didn't expect that those nobles wouldn't pity us at all and would force us to death!”
Xu Fengwu shook his head. In fact, the official construction of Mount Leng started in the seventh year of Zhenghe (1117) and lasted until the fourth year of Xuanhe (1122). There were even subsequent constructions during the Jingkang period.
From beginning to end, the construction of Mount Ju lasted for more than twenty years. It was not until the Northern Song Dynasty fell that the Jin army attacked Bianliang and tore down the garden in one go.
The palace that Zhao Ji had spent a lot of manpower and resources to build was destroyed just like that. He was also captured by the Jin soldiers and died in the north, shyly buried underground.
Mu Chun saw that her brother was angry and mustered up her courage to say,"Brother, we're going to die either way. Why don't we endure it? Why don't we go to Liangshan with the Fort Master?”
Mu Hong gritted his teeth and looked anxious. It seemed that he had been forced into a corner. He cupped his fists and said,"Forget it, this turbid world has no end. If you don't mind, Chief Xu, when I sell my family property, I'll come to Liangshan to rely on my brother.”
Xu Fengwu said happily,"If the Mu brothers are willing to join us, our Liang Mountain will definitely prosper!"”
"Little brother greets big brother!" Immediately, Mu Hong and Mu Chun went forward and bowed.
"Brothers, please rise!" Xu Fengwu quickly went forward to help him up.
On that day, under Mu Hong's warm invitation, everyone stayed at the manor for the night.
Early the next morning, Mu Hong and Mu Chun sent everyone to the riverside and called for a boat to send everyone across the river.
Xu Fengwu looked forward to it for a long time, but he did not see Zhang Shun. The group crossed the river by boat and arrived at Jiang Prefecture on the other side.
After the group got off the boat, they headed straight for the city. When they were about to reach Jiang State Capital, they saw a huge restaurant by the river. Beside it was a pole with a green cloth wine holder hanging on it. Xunyang River's main library.
Outside the carved eaves was a plaque with the words 'Xunyang Pavilion' written on it. The inscription was Su Dongpo's. There were two vermilion pillars by the door and two white tablets on each pillar."There is no wine in the world, and there is a famous restaurant in the world.”
Su Dongpo was a cultural celebrity. He had only passed away a dozen years ago.
Xu Fengwu sighed and asked,""When I was in Jingdong, I also heard of the famous Xunyang Building. Is that plaque an authentic work of Su Dongpo?”
Liang Chengye nodded."It was indeed written by Su Dongpo. There are poems written by Wei Yingwu and Bai Juyi upstairs, which attracted many scholars here."”
Xu Fengwu recalled that in the original work, Song Jiang had used this anti-poem to create such a big twist. Xunyang Brothel's true fame was also because of Water Margins.
Xu Fengwu's interest was piqued.""There are many people in the city. Since there's a good place in front of us, why don't we go upstairs and sit?”
Liang Chengye smiled."That's good. Chizhou isn't far away anyway. There's no rush."”
Although Liu Tang, Ruan the Second, and the others were all men of the martial world and did not know what elegance was, since they had come to Jiangnan, they naturally had to admire the scenery. They immediately agreed.
The group entered Xunyang Pavilion and began to tour the surroundings. Although it was not very luxurious, it had a cultural atmosphere. There were many poems inscribed by famous people hanging in the building, such as Wei Yingwu, Bai Juyi, Su Shi, and so on.
Back when Bai Juyi was demoted to Jiangzhou, he met a woman playing the pipa on the road, so he wrote "Song of the Pipa." This poem was also hung high in the building.
Xu Fengwu was admiring Bai Juyi's poem when he heard a woman's voice beside him.""Bai Juyi indeed lives up to his reputation. His poems are easy to understand and are truly top-notch works!”
Xu Fengwu turned his head and saw that the woman was beautiful and charming. She had a heroic spirit and was as pretty as a fairy. She was also very tall, at least 1.7 meters tall.
She looked less than twenty years old and was dressed in a valiant outfit. She looked like someone from the martial arts world.
When the woman saw Xu Fengwu looking over, she did not blush. She was very natural and graceful. She glanced at Xu Fengwu and the others before leaving.
Second Ruan came over and smiled.""Brother, I often hear that there are many beautiful women in Jiangnan. I didn't expect to see such a good woman as soon as we crossed the river.”
Xu Fengwu looked at him in amusement and said,""What? You're already restless after coming to Jiangnan?”
The second son chuckled and said,""Big Brother must be joking. I have a family, but Big Brother has to hurry up. Old Great Grandfather misses me day and night, waiting to hold a grandson!”
Xu Fengwu rolled his eyes and ignored Second Ruan. He found a pavilion near the river and invited everyone to sit down. Then, he ordered a table of good food and wine.
Everyone looked at Jiang Jing while toasting and listening to Li Jun talk about interesting things in Jiangnan.
"I heard that there's a Manichaeism in Jiangnan," Xu Fengwu suddenly said.”
Li Jun nodded and said,"There is such a sect. The sect leader seems to be called Fang La. There are many experts among them. They are mainly active in She Prefecture, Mu Prefecture, and other places.”
Liang Chengye also said,"That Manichaeism is also known as the Ming Cult. They believe in something called Ming Zun. There are left and right Light Envoys in the cult, as well as the Four Great Guardian Kings. The believers all wear white clothes and black hats.”
"Cousin, you know so much?" Xu Fengwu asked in surprise.”
Liang Chengye frowned."There are also Manichaeans in Chizhou. Not only are there poor people, but there are also many local tyrants and gentry. It can be said that Manichaeism is very powerful in Jiangnan, but it is not openly known.”
Liu Tang smiled and said,"It's a Light Envoy and a Dharmaraja. It sounds very impressive!"”
Second Ruan's eyes lit up.""Why don't we make one too? Let's call it…let's call it…"
He didn't have much ink in his stomach. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of a good name.
Xu Fengwu found it funny and did not talk about the Ming Cult. Instead, he talked about something else.
Soon, they were halfway through their drinks, and Xu Fengwu was also a little tipsy. He recalled that Xunyang Pavilion had many famous poems.
The original work Song Jiang also here, the title has been anti-poetry, I don't know is not alcohol, I call the bartender to borrow pen inkstone, on a piece of white powder wall, the brush wrote:
rolling Yangtze River, the east passing water, the waves wash all heroes. right and wrong, success or failure, turn your head and empty. The green mountains were still there, and the sunset was red.
White-haired fishermen and woodsmen on the river isles, used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. a jug of foul wine, happy to meet. How many things have happened since ancient times, all put into laughter and talk.
Xu Fengwu finished writing in one breath and couldn't help but laugh. This was considered plagiarism. However, as a transmigrator, copying poems was only a basic operation.
The original author will only be born a few hundred years later. If he's not satisfied, then let him come and find me!
Xu Fengwu thought shamelessly. Then, at the end of the poem, he wrote five big words: Xu Fengwu from Jeju!
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